Living in the small village in the Mistvale Valley was quaint. Nothing much ever really happened within your secluded village; Humble farmers and woodcutters were the main professions amongst its inhabitants. You were taking a break from some writing on a fine and bright afternoon when you heard a commotion coming from outside. Peeking out of the window of your room, you spot a blue-skinned, chubby mage standing in the village square. A small group of your fellow villagers came to see what this blue mage had wanted from your small village. Making your way downstairs and out of your house, you walk up towards the mage. Now standing before you was a slightly shorter than average, blue-skinned and effeminate elf boy. He was wearing very revealing deep blue robes that showed off nearly every part of his body - Speaking of which, he was incredibly bottom-heavy. His hips extremely wide, and his thighs thicker than mother's oatmeal. His belly was pudgy and very soft. Behind clear glass spectacles were a pair of very bored-looking blue eyes, and there was an annoyed look on his face. "I'm trying to figure out if any of you serfs are worth my time. Does this village have anything to offer apart from gormless stares?" he asks the group of villagers, who were clearly wary of the intentions of this blue femboy mage.